The thought of subduing and refining the Blood Lotus Balefire had barely surfaced before Jiang Feng dismissed it. His brief excitement came to nothing, and he continued preparing for the relocation of the city's population.
Just as he had expected, the relocation did not go smoothly.
Many people were unwilling to leave the city, especially those who had once held considerable status within the clan. Such people had one distinguishing feature: they all wore clothes.
Under Qiang Changfeng's rule, people were not equal. Anyone with even the slightest cunning could be put to important use and rise above others.
Meanwhile, those who were truly kind and could not bear to join these people in their filth were often ostracized and suppressed.
The former had grown accustomed to a life of luxury. Naturally, they did not want to leave this place, change their lives, or alter the structure of the system. For once that structure changed, their former sense of superiority would vanish. They would become just like the people they had once despised!
They began organizing themselves to resist the relocation!
That day, Jiang Feng was in the main hall, listening to Yuan Zong's report on the trials of those former Hall Lords within the clan.
Under Qiang Changfeng's leadership, these Hall Lords had committed heinous crimes. Moreover, under their influence, the roots of evil and oppression had even spread into certain tribes. Many tribal chieftains had already been bought off and corrupted by them, helping them exploit their own people.
It could be said that everything in the enormous city where Jiang Feng now stood had been built upon the exploitation and oppression of people from other tribes. Those who joined them in their filth could enjoy this so-called civilization. But anyone who showed even the slightest disobedience would